Amelia's POV

"Finally, we're together. Are you happy, baby doll? I didn't want to be separated from you," said Tristan.

"I'm glad that we're together, Jay. Did you see aunt Emily's face? She was furious!" I pointed out. Tristan shrugged. He didn't care about the relatives.

"Let her be. So now let's do what we're dying to do," said Tristan with fire in his eyes.

We made love until we were exhausted and then went to sleep cuddling together.

The next morning, I woke up to the constant twittering of birds, and realizing where I was, I felt Tristan's side warm, but empty. He might have just woken up. Checking...